EYON: Every Beginning has it‘s Magic

Verse 1)Every beginning hums in invisible ink,A spark before language remembers to thinkLike frost on the edge of a newborn dawn,Or a breath that appears and is suddenly gone It trembles in seeds that fracture the ground,In silence before the first note is foundA door half-open in a house with no name,Every beginning invents its own flame (Verse 2)It lives in the hush of untraveled streets,In shoelaces tied by uncertain feetLike pages untouched that already knowThe weight of the stories they’re waiting to grow A ripple that hasn’t decided its shore,A question disguised as an opening doorIt glows in the risk of a “maybe” said twice,In the trembling edge of a roll of the dice (Verse 3)Every beginning is gravity’s dream,A fall that feels like becoming a wingLike light slipping soft through a barely-there seam,Or time taking shape in a half-formed thing It flickers in names we have not yet learned,In bridges imagined but never yet burnedA map that redraws as soon as you start,A compass that spins in the dark of the heart (Verse 4)So step into thresholds that don’t yet exist,Where endings dissolve into something unmissedLike rain writing poems on unbroken stone,Or roots finding paths they can call their own Every beginning—untamed, undefined—A quiet rebellion inside of timeA magic that lives where we dare to begin,Not waiting outside—but waking within